He, and he alone, understands the process.

We've got to treat him with due consideration, or he may leave us and carry his secret to others--to Masterson, for instance, or the Amalgamated people, or--" "Nothing doing on that, old man!" interrupted "Tiger." "Have no fear.
The first move he makes, off to Sing Sing he goes, the way we jobbed Parker Hayes.

Slade and the Cosmos Agency can take care of _him_, all right, if he asserts himself!" "Very likely," answered Flint, who had now at last entirely recovered his sang-froid.

"But in that event, our work would be at a standstill.
No, Waldron, we mustn't oppose this fellow.

Better let the check go through, if he has nerve enough to fill it out and cash it.